Gods have been too kind
And you too forgiving
My axe not as sharp as it once was
Still, it's a living

Gone now
In a fountain of flame and blood
Fallen
To smoke and rubble and mud
Sleep now
Forever for such grave's rest
Gone now
That we'd given all our best

Our childish smiles have fallen
With them our spirits too
We turn away in anguish to seek
Something else t'do
Oh we could reprise your loss
We can fill the world with death
A pile of corpses as high as you stood
Let us hold our breath

When she awoke this morn the sight
Of his last day arose, now aflight
She turns this once across the sky
To pray for life and then to die

It isn't over until it's over
Come back in nine lives and one hour
At long last it is bloody over
Go take a cold shower

Do you understand?
You cannot understand
Because I lost the words

I will write
Some very similar words
But they can't be the same

I am sick to death of feeling
Can't anyone feel for me?
-Bomb, or just give us the guns
No one seems to feel for you

Or not enough
Not in time
The average depth
Of human feeling
Is so much less
Than it should be

Solace
So lace
Isn't grace

So less
Solace
What a mess

And at the wedding of the indefatiguable and the dead
Hear it said
-Never in the course of our tomorrows
So drown us all in sorrow
walk with me up to where the wall is
and suffer us with solace

Hey platinum headed swan
I'm missing part of my heart

Hey green-eyed monster
Feels like a hole in my soul

Hey beauty
Where is your beast?

The web your mind
the rain my words
Each drop resonates across the entire structure
changing nothing

In fact it is that very
structure which determines
If the rain
will strike
any strand at all

The web utterly transforms the rain
it frees it and randomizes it
scatters it according to its own design
But if the rain should alter the web
it would be
miraculous
 

All work © 1990-2003 Matthew Mairs

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